dkrc Chapter 4 One Night of Danger
Chapter 4 One Night of Danger
14th Avenue, Brooklyn.
On the third floor of the Green Precinct of the New York City Police Department, Li Ang sat at his workstation by the window. It was 2 a.m. He had just returned from patrolling outside and finished writing his day's attendance report.
It was the day before yesterday that I went to see Homelander. After going downstairs that day, Claire dragged me to a nearby neighborhood to arrest an elderly Hispanic woman who had caused a hit-and-run while driving under the influence.
The next few days were nothing out of the ordinary; they patrolled, wrote reports, held meetings, and occasionally issued a few tickets, just like any other police officers. There was only one shooting incident.
When he arrived, he saw that the suspect had already been shot dead and riddled with bullets by a group of CIA agents who had anticipated his presence.
After Claire found out his phone had fallen into the sea, she bought him a new iPhone and added her number and chat (similar to WeChat).
He said he was going to help her with something, but he hasn't seen her at the police station in the past few days.
Homelanders, somehow, deleted Li Ang's online ticket purchase records and all information about the flight he took.
When Li Ang returned to the police station, his colleagues asked him how the lawsuit was going. Li Ang lied and said that he had hired a lawyer and had been playing video games at home for two days.
As for Florida, Li Ang had only met with the opposing lawyer and a few court staff members, and now he couldn't contact them at all, probably because they had been silenced by people sent by Homelander.
As my thoughts wandered...
The walkie-talkie on the table emitted a sharp, popping sound.
"Channel 115, this is the George Neal Security Office in Queens. We encountered a suspected mutant carrying a 'mutant' on the highway. He resisted arrest and is now fleeing the neighborhood in his car."
I'm asking all my colleagues with law enforcement authority who have heard the news to help us catch him. He's driving a red Chevrolet and is near 16th Avenue in Brooklyn. No need to answer. End of message.
It's time to respond to the call.
Li Ang picked up the belt containing magazines, pepper spray, and identification from the table, ran to the adjacent weapons storage room, and pulled a fully charged Taser from the charging slot on the wall.
Double-check your equipment.
A Glock 43x with a 15-round extended magazine, a fully charged body camera, and the keys to that Ford Explorer.
He ran downstairs, and less than two minutes after receiving the alarm, Li Ang was already sitting in the police car.
Because the department was short-staffed, Li Ang was still on the night shift, so he had no partner.
With a tap of the accelerator, the Ford Explorer, with its classic black and white paint job and flashing red and blue ambient lighting, accelerated out of the yard behind the police station building.
.........
"This is Channel V, viewers. We have located the suspect's vehicle..."
The television station was even more proactive than the police, dispatching a helicopter to track the suspect immediately upon receiving the news.
New York at 3 a.m.
A helicopter from six departments including the local police department, the Department of Homeland Security, the CIA, and the FBI.
Twenty-eight police cars and nearly 60 police officers launched a large-scale manhunt in Queens.
Even at 3 a.m. in New York, there are still many vehicles on the road. From the perspective of the helicopter, the red Chevrolet was speeding at three times the city speed limit, overtaking one car after another.
So far, only three police cars have managed to keep up with the suspect.
Apart from Li Ang, the other two were New York's best police officers last year and the year before, and are veterans with at least six years of service.
It wasn't that Li Ang was a good driver, but rather that he was "lucky".
The suspect's initial trajectory was almost entirely aimed at him; he drove out of the police station, made a few turns, and then ran into him.
Li Ang stepped on the gas and drove forward at a speed of 150 km/h.
Looking back, when his 50-year-old betel nut-chewing driving instructor from the county took him to take his driving test, he never imagined that one day he would be driving a police car on a New York highway arresting smugglers.
With his hands gripping the steering wheel and his eyes fixed on the road ahead, the excessive speed pressed his back firmly against the seat.
He'd never driven that fast before; this was a bit beyond his capabilities.
He wanted to slow down, but there were other police officers behind him who wanted to chase but couldn't catch up. He wasn't injured, yet he gave up easily, regardless of whether they were caught in the end.
Being pointed out will inevitably result in a warning. This is what American police officers fear most; although the punishment won't affect promotions, it will affect their monthly bonuses.
Although I was told that I would earn 10,000 to 20,000 yuan a month, 70% of that came from attendance, overtime, and bonuses accumulated from writing reports.
If there is an accident during the month's work, you will only receive a base salary of 3500, which is less than that of a KFC server.
Li Ang hesitated whether to slow down, after all, he was still extremely short of money. He was currently paying his rent with his credit card. Everyone knows how expensive rent is in New York, and it's usually for at least six months, with a deposit of three months' rent.
But driving at such a high speed, he was genuinely afraid of a fatal rollover and dying there.
Li Ang hesitated.
One of the two police cars in front of him, driven by a white man named Ken.
He has been one of the best police officers of the year for 26 years, and he can't wait to make an example of himself.
That year, because of this honor, he received a year-end bonus of nearly 20 yuan, and he was driving a Dodge Challenger.
He pressed the accelerator to the ground, made up his mind, and accelerated directly to drive alongside the suspect's Chevrolet.
Without hesitation, he turned the steering wheel, bringing the police car close to him.
The other car, a Chevrolet, was already in poor condition after a long high-speed escape; even a minor collision caused the rear wheel to lose control.
The entire vehicle veered diagonally toward the roadside fence.
boom! !
The car drove into the bushes. Li Ang stopped about 50 meters away and took the AR15 out of the trunk.
The Chevrolet burst into flames after an explosion, burning down the surrounding greenbelt as well.
The only two police cars that had been driving ahead of Li Ang stopped, and one by one, bald police officers with long beards—John—got out of the driver's seat.
He was the police officer of the year for 25 years.
Ken, who had just been in the accident, got out of his car and, after confirming that his police car had only suffered minor scratches, glanced with satisfaction at the Ford lying on the roadside and burning.
He turned around and greeted his "senior" with a smile.
John curled his lip in disdain, took out a cigarette, and lit one.
The suspect possessed a "mutant" that could potentially turn ordinary people into mutants.
It is an absolute prohibited substance in this world, with controls a hundred times stricter than those on drugs. Governments around the world signed the "Human Rights Pact" decades ago.
Regardless of the country, any research or project aimed at creating artificial mutants is prohibited.
Even the transportation and sale of mutants that could turn ordinary people into mutants are punishable by life imprisonment or, at the very least, the death penalty.
Based on past experience with judgments, this shipment is hardly considered excessive enforcement, since the fact that the other party was reselling mutant agents has already been confirmed.
On the contrary, it can be considered a great achievement.
Ken deliberately walked up to John and took a selfie in front of the burning Chevrolet wreckage.
Officer John, who had just finished smoking a cigarette, turned away impatiently, regretting that he had hesitated and missed such a good opportunity. He then opened the door to get into the car.
A strange change occurred amidst the raging fire.
A blue laser shot straight into the sky from the flames, and the blue light did not diminish even after traveling thousands of meters.
Many newly arrived police officers had gathered around, and everyone understood one thing: the suspect was a mutant.
He crawled out of the fire, his hair all gone, his skin charred and wrinkled.
Blood and flesh were stuck together.
He crawled to the side of the road, his eyes fixed on where John and Ken were, a dazzling blue light flashing in them.
Two thick blue beams of light shot out, engulfing John, Ken, and the police car next to John.
The blue laser lasted for a full ten seconds. By the time the mutant, still on fire and lying on the roadside, closed his eyes, the two police officers and the car had vanished.